Friday, September 11, 2009

Best. Biscuits. Ever.

No one makes biscuits like my grandma. I think the best part of visiting her in Virginia might just have been getting to eat her biscuits. You couldn't eat just one. More like 5 or 6 at a time. They were that good.

I rode down with my sister and her family Tuesday morning, got there that evening in time for the calling hours. We left Wednesday afternoon after the funeral and I got home late Wednesday/early Thursday at 2:30 am.

It's always great to see your family, especially when you don't see them very often. We'd just been there last summer (when the above picture was taken) and I'm so glad. Grandma got to hold Mackenzie, and while she didn't really know who we were, I'm still happy we were there. That we got this picture. That I'll be able to show it to my girls when they get older and tell them all about their Great-Grandma Elliott -the funny things she said, how good her biscuits and fried chicken were and just how much she loved her family. Love you, Grandma.

hey e. sorry to hear about the passing of your grandma. how you describe her and what you plan to share with the girls reminds me so much of my grandma, except her specialty was homemade rolls. :) glad you have those moments and memories to hold onto and to share.

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I have my dream job staying home with my children. I'm married to an amazing man. I drink a can of Dr Pepper every day. I like to work out. I'm trying to like running. I read a lot of unimportant books. When I scrapbook with friends I tend to talk more than actually scrapbook. I'm learning to sew. I'm a bit indecisive. And forgetful. I truly love my life.